Song For a Drummer

Every single detour might just be the one
Every single tumble down might just get you out of town
Choking on the same tears for years and years
Get your ass over to the city little silly
Get your ass over to the city little silly
I just wanna see you clap your hands
I just wanna see you dance
Away the shame and the shyness and the pain
Let's walk around like idiots singing in the rain

Oh it's easy for me to say

I cut my hair on a Friday night
Before I go to meet the lions outside
It's such a drag but I've got a bag of you know what
Wanna change this chamber of echoes into
Some kind of church where I don't have to pretend
I'm in a rocket I'm going up
Not coming down until tomorrow

Every little glitch in your machinery of daydreams
Might just lead you to some kind of core that you've been looking for
Still choking on the same old tears
From the same old ocean
Na na na na na na

Get your ass over to the city little silly
I just want to see you clap your hands
I just wanna see you dance
Away the shame and the shyness and the pain
Let's walk around like idiots singing in the rain

Oh it's easy for me to say

I cut my hair on a Friday night
Before I go to meet the lions outside
It's such a drag but I've got a bag of you know what
Wanna change this chamber of echoes into
Some kind of church where I don't have to pretend
I'm in a rocket I'm going up
Not coming down until tomorrow

Wanna change this chamber of echoes into
Some kind of church where I don't have to pretend
I'm in a rocket I'm going up
Not coming down until tomorrow